I'm no Wordsworth

Please don't laugh; I entered a poetry contest. Here is my poem. I know it's pretty simple, but I've just been looking for ways to get the creative juices flowing.

New Mother

by Lindsey Miskin

Ignorance taught the term “delivery”

As nominal for what the stork delivers to me

After forty-plus weeks of discomfort and pain

Morning sickness, back aches, and a vow “Never again!”

Contractions start, thus ending the wait

Labor is WORK, (minus a lunch break)

Not called “delivery” like a package in the mail

But deliverance from bondage for the Children of Israel

After birth, baby sleeps, cries, and eats

Diaper runs, spit-up, minimal sleep

Inadequate feelings of all I do wrong

Baby cries, I soothe her with my song

Tonight, a smile as she lay ‘gainst my chest

A prayer thanking Providence for my own Lainey Beth

Ask me if now the delivery I regret

What discomfort and pain? I guess I forget.